

Dull AcheFigure in the doorway, deep black shadow against the soft, blurred lighting coming from the tv in the small house's den. The smell of alcohol on the air, heavy, cloying, like the musky scent of lust. So thick, he can almost taste the beer or whiskey or whatever his father chose to drown his pain in on his own tongue.Dull Ache
"Where were you all night?" comes the slurred question, abrasive to his ears, like sandpaper.
He doesn't answer, just sits cross-legged on his bed, meeting those eyes. The ones he can't see in the darkness but knows they are drooping, red-rimmed, unfocused. A flash
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standing in white lines,
biblical beings precise
suffocated in
hairspray.
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oh, lustbunnies!
Nice
have a nice day
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Doctor's say I have a multiple personality,
but WE don't agree with that
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I'll crush the greatness of the gods,
Tear the Heavens from the sky
Pull the roots of Hell from Earth
And know we're all the same inside.
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It is not birth, marriage, or death, but gastrulation which is truly the most important time in your life. --Lewis Wolpert
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